Some years ago I lost my sparkle , my shine if you will . Or , at least I thought I did . Christmas that year was so difficult. My Father had died on Halloween that year, the loss was fresh and stung incredibly bad. Having a nearly two year old daughter sure helped take my mind off that loss. Her complete wonder of the lights and wonder of Christmasy things was a delight to behold. She was an only child that year, and would be for a few more. My Mother seemed okay, sending cards to her friends and family . She stayed busy with things, I am sure it helped her cope. We all gathered at my sister Ruth's home for a pre - Christmas get together, at one point or another all the Moore children were there. It helped to be together , to commiserate and remember Christmases gone by as well as sweet and funny stories and memories of our Dad.
Fast forward, oh say, about ten years. Once again the sparkle had disappeared . This time my children's father had left us , he no longer wished to be in residence . He left a short twenty days before Christmas, he stayed overnight Christmas Eve, sleeping on the couch. Our children were still reeling from his departure, as was I . It all felt so surreal. They had many nice gifts under the tree , it looked like Christmas , but it sure did not feel like it. Still , it was easier than the first time I lost my sparkle , thankfully I had lots of glittering memories of the very best man in my life , my Dad. We made it through that year , traditions changed dramatically , and a few years later , my three children went each Christmas Eve , to be with their Father and his new wife.
On and off I lost my sparkle for Christmas, but I always found it again. You see, it never really left me , I only thought it had . It lived in my heart , for my sparkle originated from my days as a child and the meaning of Christmas for me . I learned all I needed to do was look inwardly, pull up a piece of truly happy and simple times , and that glittery sparkle shone brightly all over again. Sometimes it was memories of Christmases gone by, other times it was childhood memories of fun , family, traditions and sincere kindness and goodness towards others. I think all of us have this inner fuel we can call to the forefront when we need it , it is always there for me. Finding joy in life is just that simple , often we make it so much more difficult than it needs to be. For me , it always helps to put words down like this, I see the value and splendor in life clearly all over again . In remembering the past and those no longer in out present , we can rekindle the best of times and people, to make the here and now as important and meaningful as those times gone by .
This year my eldest lives in NYC, near yet far . I will miss him at Christmas, as I do now many times each day , but I have lots of shards of sparkling memories that make me smile and laugh.About a dozen years ago, my only daughter and oldest child moved out on her own, what makes this easy is that she lives locally. Though we may not see each other each day, or even weekly, it is comforting to know I can be connected to her in just the short time it takes to drive to her home here in town. My youngest still resides here on the home-front, mostly due to an unkind economy. I am know that someday he too will move out and on his own, but for now I am comforted that his presence is here and that I can rely on him to assist me in doing things here at home, for the time that this home continues to be where I reside. As adults, we all learn too soon that our lives will change as we age and mature, in some ways that we do not want to occur, but life is this way. As our offspring become more independent, we mature and become more dependent on them to provide that sparkle, either in the form of visits, grandchildren, memories and re-kindling of days and times gone by, but fondly remembered for one reason or another.
The sparkle and glitter still live on inside, sometimes it just has to be searched for and brought back to life.
~~~ balance in everything ~~~
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